We are your children. May we know you as our true and loving Father, Merciful One, Compassionate One. Thank you that you are here with us and in us, actively working to heal and free and bless us. May we receive you. May we say “Yes” to you and to your loving will for us. May we participate with you in your healing, restoring work, in our lives, in our families, in our communities, … [Read more...] about Our Father

Like a slight breeze stirring a lace curtain at an open window, like a blue winged dragonfly setting off a single ripple across a still lake, like a first snow fall descending soft, hushing all, so you are with us, achingly gentle in your touch, your voice, your presence moving in us, awakening us to you. ------ Because of the tender mercies of our God… the rising sun will … [Read more...] about How Silently

We sit together, near the water’s edge. Your arm of protection around me, my head resting near your heart. When the waters lap lazy, I am able, at times, to quiet my mind and relax into your steady embrace. But when waves of fear rise up like threatening armies and explode at our feet, I too often loose all bearings and forget that you are there. I practice being … [Read more...] about Sweet Comfort

You gazed at me, inviting me to gaze back into the ocean of your love. It was unbearable. I could not sustain a gaze. Only glances. Your love fell in waves against my shame and fear and pride, carrying away small segments a little at a time. It felt like certain death. And so it was. Little by little I died. I thought there would be nothing left. But you knew the seed of life … [Read more...] about Your Gaze

I sat holding myself as a child. Yet not a child at all, but a monster, unrecognizable as human. You came, Jesus, and stretched out your hand. “Ah,” I thought, “You will heal this child.” I looked at you, your hand reaching, your eyes twinkling. You were an artist at play. But your hand did not touch the monster child. Instead, you touched my adult eyes so I could … [Read more...] about I Was Blind But Now I See

You stood with me as I looked at myself through time. A small child, carrying great pain. I did not want to acknowledge the child or the pain, Yet I knew you were inviting me to do so. “This is not me. This suffering cannot be mine,” I said. You responded, surprising me again. “This is me. This suffering is mine.” You are so fully with me, you are so much a part of … [Read more...] about This Is Me

You showed me the palm of your luminous hand— your hand of mercy and kindness, your hand of love and blessing. On the outer corner there was a dark speck. “This speck represents all the evil of all time gathered together,” you told me. “The darkness, that can seem to blot out all light at times, is but a speck compared to the vastness and strength of my love. And even this … [Read more...] about Love’s Power

You brought me to your cross, to your suffering. I felt your love even then, poured out for us all. I wept, I knelt, I stood, I called to you. My only thought was to comfort you, to let you know I was there, to tell you that I love you. I stayed until the vision faded and you spoke: “This is how I was with you in your suffering— holding you, loving you, protecting the … [Read more...] about Your Suffering

You knelt beside me in my times of darkness pouring Yourself— Love, Life— into me. I had thought you left me, but you did not. When the time came for me to re-member the darkness, you allowed me to re-member you as well. You knelt beside me and your love— brighter than all the darkness— filled me. ------ Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord … [Read more...] about Re-membered

Sometimes I feel your hand on me, resting on my shoulder while I sit at my work, or on my head as I fall asleep. I love your hand on me. You comfort me with your presence. You center me in your love. You strengthen me with your joy. I love your hand on me. ------ Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. My soul clings to you, your right hand upholds … [Read more...] about Your Hand On Me